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"Tsk, escaped by chance?" Yan Qianfan spoke with a slightly irritable tone.

Glancing at the dead fat man with a pale face not far away, Yan Qianfan felt even more disgusted in his heart.

He immediately raised his long sword and drove towards Bai Wei at a faster speed, and swung a wind blade at a tricky angle.

Come again! !

Bai Wei had just lifted his little heart for a while, but his strong sixth sense of men was frantically reminding him that this moment was very dangerous.

But he couldn't keep hiding like this and being pressed and beaten by Yan Qianfan, otherwise his hard training for those few days would be in vain.

Bai Wei stared at Yan Qianfan's afterimage, calmed down, and recalled the moves he had practiced so well in his mind.

At the moment when the wind blade was about to hit him, he still didn't move. The audience under the ring thought that the fat man was about to splash blood on the ring, and they were ready to applaud and cheer.

But Si Heng, who was standing beside Immortal Ziyou, had the corners of his mouth curled up, his beautiful peach eyes glistened with water, and his eyes were tightly locked on the plump and slightly cute face on the ring.

With the impact of the wind blade, thick smoke rose from the arena, blocking everyone's sight.

Is it a hit?The first thought that popped up in the minds of the audience under the ring.

They stared nervously at the ring, and when the smoke gradually disappeared, they saw the chubby figure on the ring standing intact!

What just happened? !Why didn't that fat man splatter the ring with blood? ?

Yan Qianfan's thoughts at this time were the same as those of the crowd eating melons present. He frowned and wondered: How did that fat man escape his wind blade?Isn't he a man of inflated cultivation and strength like a rookie?

On the other side, although Bai Wei held the long sword calmly on the surface, he was trembling with fear in his heart. If the moves he practiced just now were useless, he would be smashed to pieces by the wind blade!

Fortunately, the protagonist Shou didn't lie to him, that set of moves can really match the Fourth Junior Brother!

Although that set of moves is very similar to the moves danced by the group of sword-practicing grandfathers in the park, its defensive ability is extremely strong, so powerful that it can dissolve all offensive spells.

The reason why Bai Wei was unscathed just now was because he used that set of moves to defuse Yan Qianfan's offensive wind blade.

"Hmph, although I don't know what method you used to avoid my move, but next I will show my true strength, accept the move, fat man!"

Yan Qianfan threw the long sword into the air, clasped his hands together, and recited the mantra silently. The long sword instantly turned into thousands and flew down towards where Bai Wei was standing.

The scene was so shocking that the melon-eaters couldn't help but exclaim.

Bai Wei: "..."

God, come again...

Faced with thousands of long swords rushing towards his face, Bai Wei was a little bit overwhelmed. It was almost very difficult to defuse the attack of each long sword, and the spiritual power in his body was rapidly decreasing.

Continuing to consume like this is not an option, his little bit of spiritual power will be exhausted sooner or later, and at that time he will face the severe beating of the Fourth Junior Brother!

At a critical juncture, Bai Wei suddenly remembered the details that he had been neglecting all along. It was written in the book that Yan Qianfan, an infatuated man, had a fatal weakness.

That is because he has a low point of laughter, and once he laughs, the spiritual power in his body will be easily confused, and he will not be able to use moves.

A cunning light flashed in Bai Wei's gentle black eyes, and his lips parted slightly:

"Fourth Junior Brother, do you know why Xiao Ming yells to eat shit every day? Because...his friend's name is 'Yao Chi Shi'."

The melon-eating crowd present: "..."

Yan Qianfan stared at Bai Weiweihui silently with a stern and immature face, the corner of his mouth suddenly twitched, and a muffled laugh escaped his mouth: "Puff, puff!"

Thousands of long swords floating in the air disappeared the moment Yan Qianfan laughed, and finally only one long sword remained, which also fell tremblingly.

The melon-eaters present: "..."

"Also, Xiao Ming also has a friend named 'Shi Zhenxiang'. Every time his two friends get together, Xiao Ming will shout like this: I want to eat shit, shit smells so good!" Bai Wei said with a smile.

"Pfft, hahaha!" Yan Qianfan couldn't take it anymore, and burst out laughing.

The melon-eaters present: "..."

What about beating that fat man? !

Sitting in the main seat, Immortal Ziyou frowned seeing that Bai Wei and Yan Qianfan hadn't fought again, "Why did they stop?"

Meng Yihan was also very confused, he cupped his hands and bowed, and replied respectfully: "I don't know, it seems that the second junior brother said something, and the fourth junior brother stopped."

Standing aside and listening to their conversation, Si Heng's black eyes flickered. What did his good brother do that he didn't know?

"Yihan, go tell them to keep fighting, don't chat, don't stop." Immortal Ziyou showed a trace of displeasure on his indifferent face.

"Yes, the disciple obeys."

Meng Yihan flew to the edge of the ring with his hands behind his back, and said to Bai Wei and Yan Qianfan: "Master has an order that chatting is prohibited during the competition, and it is forbidden to stop the competition without authorization."

Bai Wei, who had prepared a full stomach of jokes and planned to tell the story until the end of the competition, turned into petrification: "..."

No way, Immortal Ziyou, even if you hate the original owner, is it really good to be so indifferent and ruthless in front of so many disciples?

Well, I forgot that you practiced the ruthless path...

After a while, Yan Qianfan stopped laughing a little bit, his face was gloomy, and he looked at Bai Wei with anger in his eyes, "You despicable and shameless fat man, you will use some dirty tricks, you see , now Master is not on your side anymore."

Yan Qianfan stretched out his hand, and the long sword that fell on the ground flew back into his hand, "You just wait to be beaten by me! Drink!"

As soon as the words fell, Yan Qianfan disappeared with the sword in hand.When Bai Wei came to his senses, Yan Qianfan had already appeared beside him, slashing at him with a sword.

Bai Wei hurriedly used his long sword to block Yan Qianfan's sword, but Yan Qianfan's strength was too great, and Bai Wei couldn't resist for a few seconds before being knocked into the air.

After rolling over on the ground, wiping the dust off his face, Bai Wei coughed a few times, covered his numb right arm, and staggered to his feet.

Looking at the long sword broken in half on the ground, Bai Wei felt complicated.

His long sword was completely scrapped in order to resist Yan Qianfan's blow just now.

Now he wants to fight Yan Qianfan with his bare hands, and the chance of not being beaten until the end of the competition is instantly reduced to 0.001%...

He is too difficult, there is only 1 minute left before the end of the competition, don't torture him like this! ?

Yan Qianfan didn't care about Bai Wei's long sword breaking continuously. He continued to use the previous move, summoned thousands of long swords, and directed them to shoot at Bai Wei.

No matter who is going to catch his move with his whole body, he will be beaten into a cripple with only one breath left.

The people who eat melons hold their breath, thinking in their hearts: Is it coming?Are you coming?Wonderful beating moment! !

A bright light appeared, and the melon-eating crowd quickly closed their eyes. When they opened them again, the chubby figure was still standing upright.

"Boom—" the bell rang for the end of the competition.

The referee stepped onto the ring and announced the result: "This time contestant Si Wei and Yan Qianfan are tied!"

The melon-eaters present: "..."

Immortal Ziyou glanced coldly at the situation in the arena, expressionless, did not make any comments on this, but said lightly: "I am tired, I will go back to the Ice Palace first."

"Congratulations to send Master."

"Congratulations to send Master."

Si Heng and Meng Yihan said in unison.

After Immortal Ziyou left, Meng Yihan came to Si Heng's side and asked for advice: "Third Junior Brother, do you understand how Second Junior Brother avoided Fourth Junior Brother's trick in the end?"

"Junior Brother, I don't know." Si Heng shook his head and replied with a smile.

"It's like this, I'll ask Second Junior Brother later." Meng Yihan said.

There was still a gentle smile on Si Heng's beautiful face, and the cool wind blew gently, brushing his fine black hair.

No one knew that when he saw his good brother was about to be hit by a long sword just now, his heart felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to cry as if being pinched by a pair of invisible hands.

Maybe he was afraid that he would die before he took revenge on his good brother...

The author has something to say: Master Ge Siheng: My brother is about to get hurt, and my heart aches xn times.

Deputy personality Ge Siheng: Get out, don't use your strange thoughts to influence me! !

Bai Wei: ...